"Plane?"
Finn steps from behind him. "My friend is a pilot. He just got the flight plan to Bermuda booked. But you have to be at the private airport in the next fifteen minutes."
I freeze, staring at all of them.
Dirk points to a door. "Go to the bathroom. You haven't gone since you woke up. Then we need to leave."
"But—"
"We'll take a trip whenever you land. Best if you get going. It's not safe for you here, either," Gerardo insists.
I do as they say and go to the restroom, then Dirk whisks me out of the house.
They are all in the truck when we get inside.
I wonder if I won a contest for the world's hottest men right now.
How much testosterone is in this truck?
I snuggle into Dirk's chest, and he kisses the top of my head.
When we get to the airport, they all give me hugs, and I make them promise they will visit us wherever we end up.
Dirk and I fly out of Texas and then the U.S. By the time we get to Bermuda, it's dark.
"Do you think anyone got here?" I quietly ask, thinking about how Vanessa, Julieta, and Penelope were back in the situations they didn't want to be. Then I think of Penelope's missing daughter, and I hold my stomach, unable to imagine how much pain she must be in or what I would do if someone took my child.
"I hope so," Dirk mumbles and holds his hand out for me to take.
I rise, and we leave the plane. When I step onto the ground in Bermuda, a sense of safety overcomes me.
I freeze.
"What's wrong, my Little Diva?"
"Is it strange I feel safe all of a sudden?"
He shakes his head. "No. I feel it too."
"You do?"
"Yes. I have this sixth sense, I guess you can say."
"What do you mean?"
"You're going to think I'm crazy."
"Hit me with it."
He pauses then says, "I can feel danger. I don't feel any right now. It's the first time in months I haven't felt it."
"So, you think we're safe here too?"
"Yes. But let's get to the house and see if anyone else is here."